Two thousand years later
Earth left the sun, further
The moon abandoned, withered
Mars mesmerized, dazzled
The stars I stare, expired
As books burned, darker
Ash morphed 451, warmer

A groomed pairs
Went extinct, doomed
So, the humans could fully bloom
Into dust and tried to fathom
Their corpse was devoured
by Y'sraaj and C'thun
The soul still trapped in the middle
Of autonomous mushroom
So Eiros won't grieve alone
Charmion won't left to mourn
Towards the void ahead
Then slowly
Dead.